Tuesday, June 30, 2009
"Anyone know the day?" and a picture dump
I haven't been writing much in my little corner of the web over the last few weeks like I intended. As much as I tried to prepare myself for the WSOP onslaught, I suppose you can never be ready until you actually go through it. I actually considered writing a "How to Survive your first full WSOP" post but that seemed a bit presumptuous. I haven't actually survived the entire thing yet. I'm sure I'll make it over the next 2+ weeks but why take a chance on talking myself into a meltdown.
Dr. Pauly can give all the advice he wants to people flying into Las Vegas for vacation but there's no set of rules or helpful hints for the newb coming out here for 7 weeks to cover thousands and thousands of brain dead idiots. Things truly melt into one big pile after a certain amount of time. That amount of time for me was around my third week, in no time at all things compressed and I find myself looking at the end and glad for it.
You'd think I would have found time over the last two weeks to maybe write the story about getting rolled. Again. By a stripper this time with witnesses.
All my energy and time has been to posting on the FTP blog and keeping up with everything. Unless you've been out here you can't imagine just how hard it is to come up with different ways to describe the scene. I've kept my sanity with my friends, bottles of booze and some well timed sleep. Today is day 33 in the Rio and only 2 of those days I didn't have my ass firmly planted in my seat.
You may enjoy reading the past tales of Otis and Pauly, perhaps thinking them chock full of hyperbole and think it can't really all be like that. I'm here to tell you that it's usually even more over the top then what they are telling you. Day after day after day just watching thousands of people throw their dead money away. It's stunning to watch a live 4-digit buyin tournament have players busting out at four or five PER MINUTE. Most of these guys would get better return on their money if they just bought a good bottle of booze and a mid-range hooker. They would last longer and have a souvenir circling the bowl when done.
At this point it feels like the world is conspiring against everything I do. The donks in the hallway are walking slow just to piss me off, I'm always walking against the stream, every broke ass players needs to bum a smoke outside the poker kitchen, or I find that one bartender who doesn't feel like pouring me a shot. I think I have a running case of food poisoning from nasty two day old Chinese food. But that one is all on me.
All that being said you might think I'm having a horrible time and never want to do this again. Don't read that into my comments.
While most people are working hard at their jobs I'm sitting comfortably on my perch above the Amazon Room. You may be sitting in a cubicle, office, death trap with a bunch of corporate tool bags while I have the pleasure of having Benjo and Otis to my left with MeanGene, Dr. Pauly and Cali Jenn on the right. I win that battle every time. I get to drink (often) during work breaks while prop betting hookers and waitress-tainers. Late night drinking followed by early morning Pai Gow.
I spent an evening at the strip club with F-Train while Grubby made a quick Vegas trip (the getting rolled part of that night will be written sooner or later, when it's not so fresh in my memory). There was the party with friends and the lovely Liv Boeree where I finally was able to catch a Steel Panther show. I get to listen to lovely French girls talk to Benjo and squirrel it away the ol' spank bank. The girls, not Benjo.
Don't you worry about me, things are rocking along and the Main Event parties are about to hit full swing. That's when the job gets tough.
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The Daily Crutch
I have a metric shit ton of pics to start posting. Just because you haven't seen them in awhile doesn't mean my camera hasn't been clicking away. I'm just going to dump a bunch and let you have at them. DanM has been waiting on the Liv Boeree / Steel Panther pictures, here ya go.
The lovely Lacey Jones decided the Detroit Red Wings would be her hockey team in the finals. One morning she showed up with "Stanley" Cup cakes, leaving one specifically for Penguin groupie MeanGene.
Cali Jenn invited us to a "little" birthday party at an out of the way bar. A casual count came up with at least 11 bracelets in the "little" bar. I'll never understand how these big guys don't understand how the hell to get a drink. They were bitching all night but I wasn't having a problem. Professional drink et al. While the other patrons were getting snarled at, I was doing shots with them.
I'm only posting this slightly embarrassing picture of myself for one reason. MeanGene told me if I post this picture then I had permission to post this picture of him. My excuse was that I need some place to sit waiting for the valet, who knew it would come out so dirty looking. You'll have to ask Gene for his excuse.
Word leaked that several people were heading off to the Steel Panther show. There are several reasons why I've missed this show but I talked Cali Jenn into going against her better nature. Bonus paid when Liv Boeree showed up and gathered at a few private tables for booze and rock. Next thing we know, she's up on stage with the band and it got very interesting.
I'll even go so far as to post a picture of my ugly ass just bring you one more picture. I am not an attractive troll. (Please take note of my Rooster-friendly t-shirt. "Free Range Cock")
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Dr. Pauly can give all the advice he wants to people flying into Las Vegas for vacation but there's no set of rules or helpful hints for the newb coming out here for 7 weeks to cover thousands and thousands of brain dead idiots. Things truly melt into one big pile after a certain amount of time. That amount of time for me was around my third week, in no time at all things compressed and I find myself looking at the end and glad for it.
You'd think I would have found time over the last two weeks to maybe write the story about getting rolled. Again. By a stripper this time with witnesses.
All my energy and time has been to posting on the FTP blog and keeping up with everything. Unless you've been out here you can't imagine just how hard it is to come up with different ways to describe the scene. I've kept my sanity with my friends, bottles of booze and some well timed sleep. Today is day 33 in the Rio and only 2 of those days I didn't have my ass firmly planted in my seat.
You may enjoy reading the past tales of Otis and Pauly, perhaps thinking them chock full of hyperbole and think it can't really all be like that. I'm here to tell you that it's usually even more over the top then what they are telling you. Day after day after day just watching thousands of people throw their dead money away. It's stunning to watch a live 4-digit buyin tournament have players busting out at four or five PER MINUTE. Most of these guys would get better return on their money if they just bought a good bottle of booze and a mid-range hooker. They would last longer and have a souvenir circling the bowl when done.
At this point it feels like the world is conspiring against everything I do. The donks in the hallway are walking slow just to piss me off, I'm always walking against the stream, every broke ass players needs to bum a smoke outside the poker kitchen, or I find that one bartender who doesn't feel like pouring me a shot. I think I have a running case of food poisoning from nasty two day old Chinese food. But that one is all on me.
All that being said you might think I'm having a horrible time and never want to do this again. Don't read that into my comments.
While most people are working hard at their jobs I'm sitting comfortably on my perch above the Amazon Room. You may be sitting in a cubicle, office, death trap with a bunch of corporate tool bags while I have the pleasure of having Benjo and Otis to my left with MeanGene, Dr. Pauly and Cali Jenn on the right. I win that battle every time. I get to drink (often) during work breaks while prop betting hookers and waitress-tainers. Late night drinking followed by early morning Pai Gow.
I spent an evening at the strip club with F-Train while Grubby made a quick Vegas trip (the getting rolled part of that night will be written sooner or later, when it's not so fresh in my memory). There was the party with friends and the lovely Liv Boeree where I finally was able to catch a Steel Panther show. I get to listen to lovely French girls talk to Benjo and squirrel it away the ol' spank bank. The girls, not Benjo.
Don't you worry about me, things are rocking along and the Main Event parties are about to hit full swing. That's when the job gets tough.
~
The Daily Crutch
I have a metric shit ton of pics to start posting. Just because you haven't seen them in awhile doesn't mean my camera hasn't been clicking away. I'm just going to dump a bunch and let you have at them. DanM has been waiting on the Liv Boeree / Steel Panther pictures, here ya go.
The lovely Lacey Jones decided the Detroit Red Wings would be her hockey team in the finals. One morning she showed up with "Stanley" Cup cakes, leaving one specifically for Penguin groupie MeanGene.
Cali Jenn invited us to a "little" birthday party at an out of the way bar. A casual count came up with at least 11 bracelets in the "little" bar. I'll never understand how these big guys don't understand how the hell to get a drink. They were bitching all night but I wasn't having a problem. Professional drink et al. While the other patrons were getting snarled at, I was doing shots with them.
I'm only posting this slightly embarrassing picture of myself for one reason. MeanGene told me if I post this picture then I had permission to post this picture of him. My excuse was that I need some place to sit waiting for the valet, who knew it would come out so dirty looking. You'll have to ask Gene for his excuse.
Word leaked that several people were heading off to the Steel Panther show. There are several reasons why I've missed this show but I talked Cali Jenn into going against her better nature. Bonus paid when Liv Boeree showed up and gathered at a few private tables for booze and rock. Next thing we know, she's up on stage with the band and it got very interesting.
I'll even go so far as to post a picture of my ugly ass just bring you one more picture. I am not an attractive troll. (Please take note of my Rooster-friendly t-shirt. "Free Range Cock")
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Day 22ish: Sanity and Celine Dion
I think I really need to consider buying into a WSOP event this year to help out with my bankroll. I suggest California Jenn do the same thing. It must have been something in the food.
Just a few weeks ago a bunch of headed off to dinner at the All American Bar and Grill. A few people throwing down steaks (or leafy veggie products) and having a good time. Besides myself and Jenn, sitting around the table were Shaun aka "sprstoner", CK, and LJ.
Not long after that dinner sprstoner would go on to finish 3rd in the Event #13 ($2,500 No Limit Hold'em), CK would turn her BBT4 prize into cash finishing 39th in Event #25 ($2,500 OE), then last night LJ would just miss the final table of Event #31 ($1,500 H.O.R.S.E.). I realize it has nothing to do with that dinner but what the hell. I'm as superstitious as the next person.
Congrats to all three, it was pretty friggin cool to watch these guys make a run at a bracelet from the rail. I honestly didn't get a whole lot of work done those days other than "covering the bloggers".
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I've been to Vegas nearly two dozen times and had a first time experience yesterday. My Vegas trips usually go down in a few different places. The sportsbook, poker room, and mostly some bar type location. All other time is spent passed out in my room or riding in over priced cabs. I had yet in all my years to experience that touristy thing called the Bellagio Fountains.
A few days ago Benjo mentioned having dinner at Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris casino. The prospect of a nice dinner with good friends plus the bonus of getting the fuck out of the Rio for a few hours. We ended up with a great view of the Bellagio but that was secondary to the good time and great food. Cali Jenn ordered the bottle(s) of wine, I went with the Escargots de Bourgogne and Duck L'Orange. Snails and Daffy Duck for dinner.
A great dinner with the crew who's kept me sane during my first WSOP. I told them my not-quite-so-sad tale about the fountains when Jenn, Gene, and Benjo all said "fuck it". We made the mad dash across the strip and I sat there for my first viewing of the legendary dancing water streams. I got hosed. No classical music, no rock music, not even Frank Sinatra. I get that silly Celine Dion song from Titanic. Benjo would not take up my cries to recreate DiCaprio atop the stone wall. "I'm King of the World!" Obviously he did not drink enough wine at dinner.
It was still impressive and it was cool to do my first touristy thing. I told you these guys keep me sane.
Sidenote on the strip, I don't know who is saying the Vegas economy is messed up but you wouldn't know it from the foot and vehicle traffic down the strip. It was a mad dash against all sanity from Paris to Bellagio, then I turned ancient getting back to the Rio. It's all a conspiracy to get your dead money ass out west.
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The Daily Crutch
No naked women today. I'm just photo dumping pictures from last night's short time out on the town. Enjoy.
The view from our table at Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris Casino
We were there for a very long time, day into night
Waiter pouring from the 1st or 100th bottle of wine, can't quite remember
Benjo said if I shot the Paris Casino version of the Eiffel Tower from this angle, it would look like the real thing
Relaxing along the rail waiting for Celine "effing" Dion
Jenn with a big honkin slot machine, Benjo acting the cool Euro being patient with us
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Just a few weeks ago a bunch of headed off to dinner at the All American Bar and Grill. A few people throwing down steaks (or leafy veggie products) and having a good time. Besides myself and Jenn, sitting around the table were Shaun aka "sprstoner", CK, and LJ.
Not long after that dinner sprstoner would go on to finish 3rd in the Event #13 ($2,500 No Limit Hold'em), CK would turn her BBT4 prize into cash finishing 39th in Event #25 ($2,500 OE), then last night LJ would just miss the final table of Event #31 ($1,500 H.O.R.S.E.). I realize it has nothing to do with that dinner but what the hell. I'm as superstitious as the next person.
Congrats to all three, it was pretty friggin cool to watch these guys make a run at a bracelet from the rail. I honestly didn't get a whole lot of work done those days other than "covering the bloggers".
~
I've been to Vegas nearly two dozen times and had a first time experience yesterday. My Vegas trips usually go down in a few different places. The sportsbook, poker room, and mostly some bar type location. All other time is spent passed out in my room or riding in over priced cabs. I had yet in all my years to experience that touristy thing called the Bellagio Fountains.
A few days ago Benjo mentioned having dinner at Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris casino. The prospect of a nice dinner with good friends plus the bonus of getting the fuck out of the Rio for a few hours. We ended up with a great view of the Bellagio but that was secondary to the good time and great food. Cali Jenn ordered the bottle(s) of wine, I went with the Escargots de Bourgogne and Duck L'Orange. Snails and Daffy Duck for dinner.
A great dinner with the crew who's kept me sane during my first WSOP. I told them my not-quite-so-sad tale about the fountains when Jenn, Gene, and Benjo all said "fuck it". We made the mad dash across the strip and I sat there for my first viewing of the legendary dancing water streams. I got hosed. No classical music, no rock music, not even Frank Sinatra. I get that silly Celine Dion song from Titanic. Benjo would not take up my cries to recreate DiCaprio atop the stone wall. "I'm King of the World!" Obviously he did not drink enough wine at dinner.
It was still impressive and it was cool to do my first touristy thing. I told you these guys keep me sane.
Sidenote on the strip, I don't know who is saying the Vegas economy is messed up but you wouldn't know it from the foot and vehicle traffic down the strip. It was a mad dash against all sanity from Paris to Bellagio, then I turned ancient getting back to the Rio. It's all a conspiracy to get your dead money ass out west.
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The Daily Crutch
No naked women today. I'm just photo dumping pictures from last night's short time out on the town. Enjoy.
The view from our table at Mon Ami Gabi in the Paris Casino
We were there for a very long time, day into night
Waiter pouring from the 1st or 100th bottle of wine, can't quite remember
Benjo said if I shot the Paris Casino version of the Eiffel Tower from this angle, it would look like the real thing
Relaxing along the rail waiting for Celine "effing" Dion
Jenn with a big honkin slot machine, Benjo acting the cool Euro being patient with us
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Day 15: Or Something Like That
I really have no fucking idea how Pauly does this year after year. I get a few posts up on Poker From the Rail, walk the room, watch out for Tilters and generally try to get a feel for everything so I can get it down in print. Who the hell has time to post to their personal blog when 14 hours goes flying past and your all of a sudden looking at another 14 hour day and feeling like nothing really got done. Of course this year the good doctor did himself a favor and when Phishing on the east coast after the first week of the series. He extended the break and now everyone envies him.
So we have no Pauly on media row and Otis is sitting atop Mt. Otis in G-Vegas laughing at us fools stuck here with fucking Russ Hamilton fat head looking over our shoulders at all times. Mean Gene, Cali Jenn and others are helping me keep my sanity but I've slipped here and there. It's tough when I do most of my research while sitting at the hooker bar. Just one of the sacrifices I need to make to get the inside scoop. I've got enough information to fill a few thousands worth of great stories and rumors that'll never make the web.
Did you know that Liv Boeree completely approves of BadBlood's current metal selections? I only know that because I sat at the hooker bar til 6am with her, Allie Prescott and my favorite trainwreck Joy Miller. (We did a cheers to you Mr. Spaceman in honor of the historic blogger Playboy Mansion trip). So a day after posting the Liv pictures I found myself throwing back shots and talking metal with her. I pulled out the new iPhone with my current playlist which included Soilwork, Children of Bodom, Arch Enemy and a little Nevermore and it met her approval. Thank christ I had Blood fill my old ass in on the current state of metal.
Then there was the other night when a local boy won his bracelet in the $5,000 No Limit Event. I detailed this on the FTP blog but it was pretty god damned cool. I met Brian Lemke way back in the ancient days when I would run the very popular very illegal poker games downstairs at the Boathouse. I would see him whenever we hit the Borgata and drink into the early mornings at the B-Bar. When he made the final table I told Nolan Dalla that I was taking off my media badge so I could cheer along. That's when Joe Sebok told me that Brian was actually Shronk's cousin. That's just an odd coincidence that never popped up in coversation. Small freaking world.
He got heads up with a german and things could have gotten out of hand. The Philly boys had the cocktail server hopping with a tray of beers every time past, there was a little cringe when one drunk starting singing the Eagles fight song, but he eventually sucked out like a good poker player and a bracelet gets shipped back east. After he toughed out the media part of winning he dropped the best line by a WSOP winner, "Let's go drink at the Hooker Bar." Outstanding, another walk across the parking lot with the sun coming up.
The rest is just becoming a blurrrrr and I'm just checking off the days on my room service tab to see how many orders of bacon I can consume in 7 weeks.
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The Daily Crutch
I'm adding a link to my list of blogs you need to read while we're all here plodding away. BJ Nemeth has been blasting away with his camera and getting some fantastic stuff. I was joking around with him that he's going to burn or run out of different ways to capture the same ol' lemurs but he's crushing so far. I'll give you one of his pics from Liv right off the bat and then photo dump some of other images from the last few days.
Check out BJ's photo blog over on Poker Road.
Photo credit: BJ Nemeth
MeanGene captures Lacey Jones in the Ladies Event after just landing in Vegas
Shipping a bracelet to Norristown, PA
The boys at Wicked Chops get my favorite Gavin Smith picture
Security guarding a shit load of chips during the color up process
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
BJ's Photo Blog
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So we have no Pauly on media row and Otis is sitting atop Mt. Otis in G-Vegas laughing at us fools stuck here with fucking Russ Hamilton fat head looking over our shoulders at all times. Mean Gene, Cali Jenn and others are helping me keep my sanity but I've slipped here and there. It's tough when I do most of my research while sitting at the hooker bar. Just one of the sacrifices I need to make to get the inside scoop. I've got enough information to fill a few thousands worth of great stories and rumors that'll never make the web.
Did you know that Liv Boeree completely approves of BadBlood's current metal selections? I only know that because I sat at the hooker bar til 6am with her, Allie Prescott and my favorite trainwreck Joy Miller. (We did a cheers to you Mr. Spaceman in honor of the historic blogger Playboy Mansion trip). So a day after posting the Liv pictures I found myself throwing back shots and talking metal with her. I pulled out the new iPhone with my current playlist which included Soilwork, Children of Bodom, Arch Enemy and a little Nevermore and it met her approval. Thank christ I had Blood fill my old ass in on the current state of metal.
Then there was the other night when a local boy won his bracelet in the $5,000 No Limit Event. I detailed this on the FTP blog but it was pretty god damned cool. I met Brian Lemke way back in the ancient days when I would run the very popular very illegal poker games downstairs at the Boathouse. I would see him whenever we hit the Borgata and drink into the early mornings at the B-Bar. When he made the final table I told Nolan Dalla that I was taking off my media badge so I could cheer along. That's when Joe Sebok told me that Brian was actually Shronk's cousin. That's just an odd coincidence that never popped up in coversation. Small freaking world.
He got heads up with a german and things could have gotten out of hand. The Philly boys had the cocktail server hopping with a tray of beers every time past, there was a little cringe when one drunk starting singing the Eagles fight song, but he eventually sucked out like a good poker player and a bracelet gets shipped back east. After he toughed out the media part of winning he dropped the best line by a WSOP winner, "Let's go drink at the Hooker Bar." Outstanding, another walk across the parking lot with the sun coming up.
The rest is just becoming a blurrrrr and I'm just checking off the days on my room service tab to see how many orders of bacon I can consume in 7 weeks.
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The Daily Crutch
I'm adding a link to my list of blogs you need to read while we're all here plodding away. BJ Nemeth has been blasting away with his camera and getting some fantastic stuff. I was joking around with him that he's going to burn or run out of different ways to capture the same ol' lemurs but he's crushing so far. I'll give you one of his pics from Liv right off the bat and then photo dump some of other images from the last few days.
Check out BJ's photo blog over on Poker Road.
Photo credit: BJ Nemeth
MeanGene captures Lacey Jones in the Ladies Event after just landing in Vegas
Shipping a bracelet to Norristown, PA
The boys at Wicked Chops get my favorite Gavin Smith picture
Security guarding a shit load of chips during the color up process
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
BJ's Photo Blog
Thursday, June 04, 2009
Day 8: Half Day Off
Yesterday was one of the crazy days the veterans warned me about. Seven tournaments throughout the day with three final tables. The daily donkfest was killing baby bankrolls and the big guys were playing NL 2-7. That might be the craziest tournament I've witnessed to date and it was funny watching Hellmuth pull a Hellmuth even when the cameras weren't rolling. Somewhere along the line a decision was made and I have no idea exactly how it happened.
Cali Jenn was tilty all morning and I was sober, seemed to be a single solution to both problems so we took an early break at the sportsbook to watch some baseball. Next thing you know the USA/Costa Rica soccer match was getting ready to kickoff and our numbers grew at the bar. MeanGene and Michalski and LJ and CK and it just kept growing. Soon there would be chinese containers cluttered on the bar and it was suddenly an unofficial half day at the WSOP. I could never hang with the PokerNews.com crew, they seriously crush at their job and continue to get ripped by the morons in their comments. While we toiled, they worked.
A few of us are lucky that we're able to sneak off at times like that to keep our sanity and not burn out like others in the past. Now I'm good to stick my head down for a few more days before I have to release the pressure again. Til then I'll just stare at the bikini girls in the halls.
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I ran into a local guy from around my hometown before the WSOP kicked off, he said he was looking to play a few smaller events and definitely the $1k "Stimulus Special". He's from King of Prussia, played in some of the local bar freerolls (Riverchasers natch), and we saw him play in the Borgata Winter Open. A couple days in and he was still alive. Day 3 and I saw he was still.
Damn skippy if he didn't finish third in the biggest tournament field outside a WSOP Main Event for a cool $313,000 profit on his $1k investment. There's going to be some drinking when he gets home. Cheers to Jimmy Matz.
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The Daily Crutch
I've been admittedly weak in the hottie department from the WSOP but if the Wicked Chops boys are having a hard time finding them then I have no shot. I'll give you the few I've picked up so far and I there will be no Freddy Deeb shots.
Bikini girls began wandering the halls before the first tournament
Milwaukee Beast girls are back, wish I had a better pic
Cute dealer, bad camera work
She was riding high on her friend's shoulders during the $1k Lemur Lynching
Shauna, assistant to the stars and idiots (I'm the idiot part of the equation)
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
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Cali Jenn was tilty all morning and I was sober, seemed to be a single solution to both problems so we took an early break at the sportsbook to watch some baseball. Next thing you know the USA/Costa Rica soccer match was getting ready to kickoff and our numbers grew at the bar. MeanGene and Michalski and LJ and CK and it just kept growing. Soon there would be chinese containers cluttered on the bar and it was suddenly an unofficial half day at the WSOP. I could never hang with the PokerNews.com crew, they seriously crush at their job and continue to get ripped by the morons in their comments. While we toiled, they worked.
A few of us are lucky that we're able to sneak off at times like that to keep our sanity and not burn out like others in the past. Now I'm good to stick my head down for a few more days before I have to release the pressure again. Til then I'll just stare at the bikini girls in the halls.
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I ran into a local guy from around my hometown before the WSOP kicked off, he said he was looking to play a few smaller events and definitely the $1k "Stimulus Special". He's from King of Prussia, played in some of the local bar freerolls (Riverchasers natch), and we saw him play in the Borgata Winter Open. A couple days in and he was still alive. Day 3 and I saw he was still.
Damn skippy if he didn't finish third in the biggest tournament field outside a WSOP Main Event for a cool $313,000 profit on his $1k investment. There's going to be some drinking when he gets home. Cheers to Jimmy Matz.
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The Daily Crutch
I've been admittedly weak in the hottie department from the WSOP but if the Wicked Chops boys are having a hard time finding them then I have no shot. I'll give you the few I've picked up so far and I there will be no Freddy Deeb shots.
Bikini girls began wandering the halls before the first tournament
Milwaukee Beast girls are back, wish I had a better pic
Cute dealer, bad camera work
She was riding high on her friend's shoulders during the $1k Lemur Lynching
Shauna, assistant to the stars and idiots (I'm the idiot part of the equation)
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Day 6: Snoozing and rocking
Obviously I'll never be a top notch writer, journalist, hacky sack or else today I would be weaving you tales of debauchery around the streets of Vegas. Strippers and hookers and everything else. Instead I can take a good ten minutes to post pictures and tell you about my day that was long with not even a sniff of booze.
I ate a BBQ pork sandwich from the poker kitchen (not bad but not meant for eating and working) and a cardboard pizza from the hallway (cardboard pizza should be enough of a review). Spent some time with Mean Gene playing "spot the hot chick" and watching streams of over-confident fools throwing away their money on a long shot dream when their chances are about the same as hitting the Power Ball.
There was nothing to see from media row as games were being played in different areas. The lower deck of the our perch on high was completely empty while they were sitting in the Miranda Room/Brasilia Room/Feature table/etc. The few that stuck around to writing enjoyed the view as the cash games were stretched closer to us while the "smart money" heehawed their way into the NLHE ring games. All of it was spectacularly impressive, so much so that we bailed early without even blinking an eye at the hooker bar on the way through.
Such is the life on Day 7, or Day 8. I can't exactly tell these days. The best bet is to start counting empty cigarette packs.
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The Daily Crutch
Today's crutch is brought to you by the boys around the corner at Wicked Chops Poker (with sweet new site design), Mean Gene, and some random poker site. I realize my loyalty should be held strictly for the girls of Full Tilt Poker but I've never been that much of a corporate tool and I have Poker From the Rail to act all professional and shit. So I bring you my new favorite favorite. She's stunning, a Brit, and crushes it to some proper thrash. I bring you the lovely Liv Boeree. God have mercy on my soul.
Seriously, she fucking rocks
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
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I ate a BBQ pork sandwich from the poker kitchen (not bad but not meant for eating and working) and a cardboard pizza from the hallway (cardboard pizza should be enough of a review). Spent some time with Mean Gene playing "spot the hot chick" and watching streams of over-confident fools throwing away their money on a long shot dream when their chances are about the same as hitting the Power Ball.
There was nothing to see from media row as games were being played in different areas. The lower deck of the our perch on high was completely empty while they were sitting in the Miranda Room/Brasilia Room/Feature table/etc. The few that stuck around to writing enjoyed the view as the cash games were stretched closer to us while the "smart money" heehawed their way into the NLHE ring games. All of it was spectacularly impressive, so much so that we bailed early without even blinking an eye at the hooker bar on the way through.
Such is the life on Day 7, or Day 8. I can't exactly tell these days. The best bet is to start counting empty cigarette packs.
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The Daily Crutch
Today's crutch is brought to you by the boys around the corner at Wicked Chops Poker (with sweet new site design), Mean Gene, and some random poker site. I realize my loyalty should be held strictly for the girls of Full Tilt Poker but I've never been that much of a corporate tool and I have Poker From the Rail to act all professional and shit. So I bring you my new favorite favorite. She's stunning, a Brit, and crushes it to some proper thrash. I bring you the lovely Liv Boeree. God have mercy on my soul.
Seriously, she fucking rocks
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
Monday, June 01, 2009
Day 5: The one where I don't get rolled by a hooker
God damn what a crazy few days here in Vegas, so much so that I completely whiffed on posting here at mine own private little webspace. A sick sick donkey infested WSOP $1k buyin tournament that played like a $25 online freeroll. Someone apparently did the math and they were losing players at 4 per minute. That's just god damn insane. Massive overbets, crazy draws, and every bad beat story on the planet. The only thing really missed that we all expected, I didn't see a single fight around the tables. With this kind of craziness it would have just seem natural.
I headed off to the WSOP/Bluff launch party hosted by Lacey Jones Saturday night instead of sticking around the watch lemur suicide. It was in a club at the Rio called ND's or some such thing. We were in the establishment before it was open to the public, hanging out with Cali Jenn, MeanGene, CK, friend-of-Pokerati Cliff and most of the PokerNews crew (that likes to drink). As usual the drinks were overpriced but it's pretty damned tough to water down my drink when it consists solely of SoCo. And they gave a nice long pour which I'll use as an excuse for how the rest of the evening went down.
We hung out in the Bluff reserved early, relaxing while the rest of the crowd danced to some psuedo Latin rubbish that had Cali Jenn on edge. Somehow someone found out that the good folks at PokerListings.com had an even better setup down below with a view that my little mini-camera just do justice with. I didn't partake of their free booze but I certainly appreciated the view.
I thought putting together the Run Good Challenge was worth of their admiration. I thanked Matt for the RGC then enjoyed the view for awhile. Unfortunately this picture didn't come out too well either. That's our host with an amazingly attractive waitress. Maybe good ol BJ Nemeth got a better shot. We stuck around long enough for a little dancing (no confirmation of whether I shook my money maker) but eventually it was time to call it a night/morning at the club and hit the hooker bar. Again.
I relaxed with Cliff at the bar for awhile, killing a bottle of SoCo in the process, then started playing the popular drunken game Find the Hooker. It did not end well because I was well looped and she was sitting right next to Cliff. Next thing you know she's latched on. It took some cunning and gile to rid of ourselves of her as she followed us over to the Gold Coast. If I wasn't messed up it would have been a piece of cake, as it was I almost had to complete a transaction just to rid myself of her.
But I did not get rolled. Be very clear about that.
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Battle of the Blogger Tournaments 4 ended while I was sitting media row and the maths are done. The final tables are linked over there on the right. 1Queens Up1 just barely edged Tuscaloosa Johnny for the top spot. Jordan crushed and won Player of the Month for May, another $2k Bracelet Package won. Some have noticed that the ToC is listed under the private tab and just about ready to go. I need to get the last 3 players entered and the prize pool corrected as it only show the 2 Main Event seats. I've also submitted the Leaderboard and PoM winners to FTP. For those eligible for the jerseys, you will get the 25,000 FTP points to purchase your choice in the store.
It's great to think I won't have to ever sit here and crunch numbers every morning for 3 months. As some have heard or I've told, this was the last BBT that you'll be seeing. It was a fun run with four great challenges but I think it's hit the wall. I'm sure I'll come up with something crazy to do again next time the WSOP rolls around but the free-for-all 56 tournament challenges have gone the way of the dodo. Thanks to Full Tilt Poker for putting 14 seats plus all the cash and prizes over the years, no one else does that for bloggers. Thanks to the guys who run each private tournament for allowing me to influx them with surly lemurs. Most importantly, thanks to all the players who came out and made them a success. Players drive these kinds of things and I wouldn't have been able to pull these kinds of things together if no one showed up or supported.
Cheers.
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The Daily Crutch
I was sitting next to MeanGene here on the top level of media row when word started spreading around that some strip club was having a bikini carwash in the parking lot. It took Gene about half a second to grab his nifty camera (1000000 time better than mine) and made his way out the door. I was a good boy and sat here writing words that most won't read but he was on the job. So MeanGene is the sponsor of today's Daily Crutch, I also included his shot of the newly made up Beast girls. We also have some girls walking around in bikinis but they have been tough to get on camera, I still have no idea what they are hawking.
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
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I headed off to the WSOP/Bluff launch party hosted by Lacey Jones Saturday night instead of sticking around the watch lemur suicide. It was in a club at the Rio called ND's or some such thing. We were in the establishment before it was open to the public, hanging out with Cali Jenn, MeanGene, CK, friend-of-Pokerati Cliff and most of the PokerNews crew (that likes to drink). As usual the drinks were overpriced but it's pretty damned tough to water down my drink when it consists solely of SoCo. And they gave a nice long pour which I'll use as an excuse for how the rest of the evening went down.
We hung out in the Bluff reserved early, relaxing while the rest of the crowd danced to some psuedo Latin rubbish that had Cali Jenn on edge. Somehow someone found out that the good folks at PokerListings.com had an even better setup down below with a view that my little mini-camera just do justice with. I didn't partake of their free booze but I certainly appreciated the view.
I thought putting together the Run Good Challenge was worth of their admiration. I thanked Matt for the RGC then enjoyed the view for awhile. Unfortunately this picture didn't come out too well either. That's our host with an amazingly attractive waitress. Maybe good ol BJ Nemeth got a better shot. We stuck around long enough for a little dancing (no confirmation of whether I shook my money maker) but eventually it was time to call it a night/morning at the club and hit the hooker bar. Again.
I relaxed with Cliff at the bar for awhile, killing a bottle of SoCo in the process, then started playing the popular drunken game Find the Hooker. It did not end well because I was well looped and she was sitting right next to Cliff. Next thing you know she's latched on. It took some cunning and gile to rid of ourselves of her as she followed us over to the Gold Coast. If I wasn't messed up it would have been a piece of cake, as it was I almost had to complete a transaction just to rid myself of her.
But I did not get rolled. Be very clear about that.
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Battle of the Blogger Tournaments 4 ended while I was sitting media row and the maths are done. The final tables are linked over there on the right. 1Queens Up1 just barely edged Tuscaloosa Johnny for the top spot. Jordan crushed and won Player of the Month for May, another $2k Bracelet Package won. Some have noticed that the ToC is listed under the private tab and just about ready to go. I need to get the last 3 players entered and the prize pool corrected as it only show the 2 Main Event seats. I've also submitted the Leaderboard and PoM winners to FTP. For those eligible for the jerseys, you will get the 25,000 FTP points to purchase your choice in the store.
It's great to think I won't have to ever sit here and crunch numbers every morning for 3 months. As some have heard or I've told, this was the last BBT that you'll be seeing. It was a fun run with four great challenges but I think it's hit the wall. I'm sure I'll come up with something crazy to do again next time the WSOP rolls around but the free-for-all 56 tournament challenges have gone the way of the dodo. Thanks to Full Tilt Poker for putting 14 seats plus all the cash and prizes over the years, no one else does that for bloggers. Thanks to the guys who run each private tournament for allowing me to influx them with surly lemurs. Most importantly, thanks to all the players who came out and made them a success. Players drive these kinds of things and I wouldn't have been able to pull these kinds of things together if no one showed up or supported.
Cheers.
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The Daily Crutch
I was sitting next to MeanGene here on the top level of media row when word started spreading around that some strip club was having a bikini carwash in the parking lot. It took Gene about half a second to grab his nifty camera (1000000 time better than mine) and made his way out the door. I was a good boy and sat here writing words that most won't read but he was on the job. So MeanGene is the sponsor of today's Daily Crutch, I also included his shot of the newly made up Beast girls. We also have some girls walking around in bikinis but they have been tough to get on camera, I still have no idea what they are hawking.
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
Friday, May 29, 2009
Day 2: Big Stacks, Small Field
Day 2 was a nice way to ease my rookie ass into everything. It was the first open event but instead of a big field of lemurs it was a big $40k buyin with only 201 players. Even I can keep up with those kinds of fields. It was stacked full of big time pros, online killers, self-made rich boys and satellite players looking to make a bang. There was also a big crush around the rails but nothing like we'll see during the Main Event and nothing in line with the female talent we've come to expect.
I spent my table watching and waiting for action with the Full Tilt guys while alternating between nicotine and Red Bull breaks. It was a long night but nothing compared with what's to come. I"m just sitting back and waiting to see what comes my way. It's doesn't hurt when Lacey Jones visits us each morning for a little pre-game chat and we take turns wiping the drool off MeanGene's face.
And I had every single god damn intention of being good once the $40k was done for the night. I had a few writeups to complete and it was my first full day after all. It would completely wrong to not go straight back to my room and get things done. Of course that didn't happen when I saw CK and Joy Miller sitting at the hooker bar with a row of shots. (Some may remember Joy as the catalyst behind a group of us descending upon the Playboy Mansion a few years ago with some crazy side effects). I kept it respectable but missed a few hours of sleep that I could probably use later today.
Time to buy stock in Red Bull.
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The Daily Crutch
Still pulling together some good pictures from around the Amazon Room, and may very well add some really good ones here in a bit if MeanGene gets back in time. Rumor has it there is a stripper car wash going on this very moment in the parking lot of the Rio. Until then I'll give you a little meat porn. My first real meal during my first week. Dinner with CK, LJ, California Jenn and crew. I was able to witness the three levels of my beautiful inch-thick 16 ounce ribeye.
Slabs of uncut dry aged beefy goodness
Sliced nice and thick before putting just a little flame on them
Not a great picture, but it was fantastic and a baked potato the size of my head
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I spent my table watching and waiting for action with the Full Tilt guys while alternating between nicotine and Red Bull breaks. It was a long night but nothing compared with what's to come. I"m just sitting back and waiting to see what comes my way. It's doesn't hurt when Lacey Jones visits us each morning for a little pre-game chat and we take turns wiping the drool off MeanGene's face.
And I had every single god damn intention of being good once the $40k was done for the night. I had a few writeups to complete and it was my first full day after all. It would completely wrong to not go straight back to my room and get things done. Of course that didn't happen when I saw CK and Joy Miller sitting at the hooker bar with a row of shots. (Some may remember Joy as the catalyst behind a group of us descending upon the Playboy Mansion a few years ago with some crazy side effects). I kept it respectable but missed a few hours of sleep that I could probably use later today.
Time to buy stock in Red Bull.
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The Daily Crutch
Still pulling together some good pictures from around the Amazon Room, and may very well add some really good ones here in a bit if MeanGene gets back in time. Rumor has it there is a stripper car wash going on this very moment in the parking lot of the Rio. Until then I'll give you a little meat porn. My first real meal during my first week. Dinner with CK, LJ, California Jenn and crew. I was able to witness the three levels of my beautiful inch-thick 16 ounce ribeye.
Slabs of uncut dry aged beefy goodness
Sliced nice and thick before putting just a little flame on them
Not a great picture, but it was fantastic and a baked potato the size of my head
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Day 1: Things go wrong and slow
My first day "covering" the 2009 World Series of Poker went about as expected. I was told there was little action to cover in the Event #1 since it was the Casino Employee tournament. I had plenty of things to take care of throughout the day and tried to use it. Of course all the stories I've heard about things going wrong came true. An hour before kicking off the tournament and I was standing in line to pick up my media credentials and the entire system was down. They weren't able to login and check for little things like was I registered, did I send in the proper photo or if I existed at all. While waiting for all that to happen they did a manual check and sure enough, my badge was nowhere to be found. I didn't feel so bad since 90% of the people in line with me were also persona non grata. So I wandered the halls and picked up what I could.
Day 1 was a wash.
The night before was a fun relaxing time with a bunch of writers who enjoy their drink and gambling. Dr. Pauly invited a crew along to drink and some degenerate bowling. I help up the bar with Change100 and LJ while the rest were rolling silly little balls down a silly little alley. Pauly, Pokerati Dan and California Jen were betting per game with Pauly coming out on top bet-wise but losing some self-respect when Dan groped the good docs left ass cheek. It tilted him right into the gutter but he still won. Tuaca and SoCo shots were passed around with Pauly's winninge, we finished the late night eating chicken embryos and Dan spilling coffee all over himself.
I'll head over to the Rio shortly to begin covering the first big event, the $40,000 buyin 40th Anniversary tournament. Smart money has the number of entrants under 250 but I've seen people taking shots at the over.
Pic of Dan's spilled coffee, not crotch
One of a million pics to be taken of this one banner
Shronk tribute poster in the hallway
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Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
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Day 1 was a wash.
The night before was a fun relaxing time with a bunch of writers who enjoy their drink and gambling. Dr. Pauly invited a crew along to drink and some degenerate bowling. I help up the bar with Change100 and LJ while the rest were rolling silly little balls down a silly little alley. Pauly, Pokerati Dan and California Jen were betting per game with Pauly coming out on top bet-wise but losing some self-respect when Dan groped the good docs left ass cheek. It tilted him right into the gutter but he still won. Tuaca and SoCo shots were passed around with Pauly's winninge, we finished the late night eating chicken embryos and Dan spilling coffee all over himself.
I'll head over to the Rio shortly to begin covering the first big event, the $40,000 buyin 40th Anniversary tournament. Smart money has the number of entrants under 250 but I've seen people taking shots at the over.
Pic of Dan's spilled coffee, not crotch
One of a million pics to be taken of this one banner
Shronk tribute poster in the hallway
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Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail
Dr. Pauly
Pokerati
Wicked Chops Poker
PokerNews.com
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog
Ulimate Bet Blog
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Day 0: Calm before the storm
I'm mostly settled into adult Disney with room and board and quick access to every indulgence. I spent my first 24 hours drinking with Dr. Pauly then hitting up the poker in the new M Resort til the sun came up. My first bender the first day and now time to settle down to take care of business. If you can believe it even possible, it my drunken state I put a hurt on their 2/4 limit game (only 3 tables going and that had the only empty seat). The sober folks at the table didn't seem to care too much for my antics but I kept stacking and drinking.
The Amazon Room in the Rio opened today for registration, cash games and satellites. Tomorrow I'll pick up my media credentials, meet with the Full Tilt folks and find my camping spot for the next few months. As the rookie in the room I'm sure I'll make mistakes or completely hose myself up at some point I'll count on my intuition to get me safely back to the bar and/or my hotel room. It's going to be an interesting couple of months, of that I have no doubt. I'll keep my daily thoughts here while the professional poker stuff will be over at Poker From the Rail. I'm also on that confounded twitter thing with @AlCantHang and @FullTiltPoker_WSoP once everything kicks off.
My last night of sanity, I think it's time to start drinking again.
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail (my FTP blog)
Dr. Pauly (he's writing on his own which is the best in town)
Pokerati (DanM and gang write about all things poker)
Wicked Chops Poker (Poker and boobs, boobs and poker)
PokerNews.com (every game, up to date and employing most of my blogging friends)
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog (Otis and gang follow the Poker Stars gang)
Ulimate Bet Blog (MeanGene and crew)
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The Daily Crutch
I figured poker was the perfect tie in for the semi-nekkid five today but it almost caused me to puke. I have this random application that I use on occasion to scour the internet in the background and grab random pics, these are some of things I do for you. I set the search to go grab any vague pics tagged "poker girl". Start going through the directory later to see what I grabbed in my fishing net. I swear to friggin christ a dozen pictures in and I got a god damn picture of Waffles. Just can't get away from that troll doll! (But not nearly as disturbing as this picture).
My standard 2-7 Triple Draw starting hand
Absolute Poker, they'll steal your money and.... look boobs!
Next Door Nikki, always a favorite 'round these parts
There are more pictures from this set that are NSFW, perhaps later for you the reader
No idea why she was picked up in the search but no complaints
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The Amazon Room in the Rio opened today for registration, cash games and satellites. Tomorrow I'll pick up my media credentials, meet with the Full Tilt folks and find my camping spot for the next few months. As the rookie in the room I'm sure I'll make mistakes or completely hose myself up at some point I'll count on my intuition to get me safely back to the bar and/or my hotel room. It's going to be an interesting couple of months, of that I have no doubt. I'll keep my daily thoughts here while the professional poker stuff will be over at Poker From the Rail. I'm also on that confounded twitter thing with @AlCantHang and @FullTiltPoker_WSoP once everything kicks off.
My last night of sanity, I think it's time to start drinking again.
Blog reading during the WSoP:
Poker From the Rail (my FTP blog)
Dr. Pauly (he's writing on his own which is the best in town)
Pokerati (DanM and gang write about all things poker)
Wicked Chops Poker (Poker and boobs, boobs and poker)
PokerNews.com (every game, up to date and employing most of my blogging friends)
Pokerlistings.com
Poker Stars Blog (Otis and gang follow the Poker Stars gang)
Ulimate Bet Blog (MeanGene and crew)
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The Daily Crutch
I figured poker was the perfect tie in for the semi-nekkid five today but it almost caused me to puke. I have this random application that I use on occasion to scour the internet in the background and grab random pics, these are some of things I do for you. I set the search to go grab any vague pics tagged "poker girl". Start going through the directory later to see what I grabbed in my fishing net. I swear to friggin christ a dozen pictures in and I got a god damn picture of Waffles. Just can't get away from that troll doll! (But not nearly as disturbing as this picture).
My standard 2-7 Triple Draw starting hand
Absolute Poker, they'll steal your money and.... look boobs!
Next Door Nikki, always a favorite 'round these parts
There are more pictures from this set that are NSFW, perhaps later for you the reader
No idea why she was picked up in the search but no complaints
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Last week of BBT4 (for reals this time)
This time I'm pretty damned sure that this is the last week in the Battle of the Blogger Tournaments 4, just six games left before we settle up and settle down for the Tournament of Champions. I definitely won't be playing in the Brit Blogger game tomorrow unless my Vegas flight is REALLY delayed since 16:05 is my departure time.
Get in there and get it done.
Tournament: Brit Blogger Game
When: Sunday's at 16:00ET
Game: NLHE
Buyin: $5+.50
Password: donkament
Tournament: PPI / Riverchasers
When: Monday's at 22:00ET
Game: Deepstack NLHE
Buyin: $24+2 or token
Password: riverchasers
Tournament: Blogger Skillz Game
When: Tuesday's at 21:30ET
Game: Limit Hold'em (with Knockouts)
Buyin: $10+1
Password: skillz
Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday's at 22:00ET
Game: Deepstack NLHE
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1
Tournament: Brit Blogger Game
When: Sunday's at 16:00ET
Game: NLHE
Buyin: $5+.50
Password: donkament
Tournament: Blogger Big Game
When: Sunday, May 31st at 21:30ET
Game: Superstack NLHE
Buyin: $69+6 (or token)
Password: donkey
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The Daily Crutch: Weekend Edition
I'm backed up a few of these after a long week. She ain't the mortal nutz in the looks department but I picked her since there was an NCIS marathon during the weekend. Dr. Pauly will remember her as Pacey's brother onSpanker's Dawson's Creek. Sasha Alexander ladies and gentlemen. Hand to hand tipping only.
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Get in there and get it done.
Tournament: Brit Blogger Game
When: Sunday's at 16:00ET
Game: NLHE
Buyin: $5+.50
Password: donkament
Tournament: PPI / Riverchasers
When: Monday's at 22:00ET
Game: Deepstack NLHE
Buyin: $24+2 or token
Password: riverchasers
Tournament: Blogger Skillz Game
When: Tuesday's at 21:30ET
Game: Limit Hold'em (with Knockouts)
Buyin: $10+1
Password: skillz
Tournament: The Mookie
When: Wednesday's at 22:00ET
Game: Deepstack NLHE
Buyin: $10+1
Password: vegas1
Tournament: Brit Blogger Game
When: Sunday's at 16:00ET
Game: NLHE
Buyin: $5+.50
Password: donkament
Tournament: Blogger Big Game
When: Sunday, May 31st at 21:30ET
Game: Superstack NLHE
Buyin: $69+6 (or token)
Password: donkey
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The Daily Crutch: Weekend Edition
I'm backed up a few of these after a long week. She ain't the mortal nutz in the looks department but I picked her since there was an NCIS marathon during the weekend. Dr. Pauly will remember her as Pacey's brother on
Run Good Challenge: WSOP Edition Part 2
Never a dull moment this week, and for once that's not silly blogger speak for checking emails, writing puny 200 word posts and rearranging my iPod playlists. It was amazing how at one moment I was hanging out at a very very successful Cystic Fibrosis benefit loving life to the other end of the spectrum.
I'm always dealing with my demons, what's one more?
My bags are mostly packed and I have a few more items on my to-do list, 24 hours from now I'll be sitting in Philly airport (and hopefully not the security office portion of the airport) waiting for my flight to Vegas to cover my first full WSOP. I have no idea what to expect but we'll see what happens. When in doubt I'll self-medicate with booze.
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Following up last week's Run Good Challenge: WSOP Edition from PokerListings.com, today they are poneying up 2 prelim seats to a few bloggers out there. I'll be there hoping to dodge Benjo's ducks and make a better showing than last time around.
Feel free to stop by and rail your favorite bloggers. That's always assumed to be one of the other players, I won't be offended.
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Thank you to everyone who left comments and sent emails last week. It was very much appreciated. I will mostly back to myself next week and will bring back The Daily Crutch with gusto.
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I'm always dealing with my demons, what's one more?
My bags are mostly packed and I have a few more items on my to-do list, 24 hours from now I'll be sitting in Philly airport (and hopefully not the security office portion of the airport) waiting for my flight to Vegas to cover my first full WSOP. I have no idea what to expect but we'll see what happens. When in doubt I'll self-medicate with booze.
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Following up last week's Run Good Challenge: WSOP Edition from PokerListings.com, today they are poneying up 2 prelim seats to a few bloggers out there. I'll be there hoping to dodge Benjo's ducks and make a better showing than last time around.
Feel free to stop by and rail your favorite bloggers. That's always assumed to be one of the other players, I won't be offended.
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Thank you to everyone who left comments and sent emails last week. It was very much appreciated. I will mostly back to myself next week and will bring back The Daily Crutch with gusto.
